German, Natalie, and Tanks.

It's a new month, peoplefolk. And the first day since summer started that I actually started doing all the stuff I said I had to do. So, yeah. I'm now basically German, with a boxer's body, extremely well-read, and beautified. Huzzah! No. I did a load of German, started training, started reading things for my Inklish exams, and my sister attacked my hair with straighteners. So, it's been productive in Daphne's world lately.
Natalie, I think being referred to as the girl who reads books about World War 2 is a noble thing. Mostly because I am too. Here, look at these photos from Maiden Newton At War (this huge event where I live and the whole place goes all forties for a few days).

   A bloke called Barry that I picked up. "Here, now I've got something to show me wife..."                        

  A sargeant whose name I don't know and me dancing. That dancefloor was a serious forties mosh pit, and
we kept dancing into people and being danced into. But he was very, very nice...                                              

        A young lad and us lot. I say young, but he's taller than me with heels on. -.-                                

                                         Us lot and a man with a tank. Ch'yeah.

 So that is us. That is us and pretend soldiers. And tanks.
                                       And damn it, do we love tanks.

Daphne.